waiting for vacation to start

(or “killing time with a rhyming dictionary”)

you can’t be late,
vacation’s great,
you’re in a state,
but have to wait.

and it’s all that you can tolerate,
more than you can delegate,
more than you can regulate,
more than you can contemplate,
the waiting starts to aggravate,
even starts to irritate.

the plan is to rejuvenate,
maybe to evaluate,
maybe to illuminate,
maybe to intoxicate,
and mainly to deconcentrate
that’s what you anticipate.

and so you wait,
and wait and wait,
and wait and wait
and wait and wait.

Aw rainey…soon no?

A

soon liquidangel.

yes, soon indeed.